faderift | [Open] Phylactery Phun

WHO: Anders and open
WHAT: A lot of magic hitting
WHEN: Now
WHERE: Gallows/Darktown
Content warnings: Does a nathanders thread count...

Healing, open

He's tired. He's tried sleeping in, but that doesn't work very well when the full effect of the captured phylacteries is on display. There's grim determination pushing him forward now as he and Mercy do what they can to keep up. He's moved office away from the main infirmary, though, just in case, and is now in a spare room, set up sparsely.

Mana Clash, open, happening a couple of times

Since the first report of attacks on mages, he's steered clear of people as much as he can, but that's not the easiest in a fortress.

One mana clash hits him in the kitchens, trying to get food while not endangering the mess hall, dropping him to his knees in pain and a mess of shattered plate with peas bouncing everywhere, radiating its mana draining effects all around. Another gets him in his makeshift healing room, as he's trying to mix elfroot potions, making for a slippery disaster. The third catches him as he's getting out of the baths and he cracks his head on the side, mixing blood in the water.

Paralysis, open

It's bizarre. One minute he's cutting herbs, and the next he's stopped, unable to move or do anything except feel panic well up.

For Nate

"Howe, is that feeling?" He's tired, but a large part of his stress has been dealt with and it's nice to tend to his husband. Even if he'll never be able to get rid of the arthritis in Nate's chest for good.

For Vandelin

He's tense when Van comes into his research room, but the elf isn't the source of it. In fact, a little bit of the tension eases and he waves the elf over.

"If this mess doesn't convince people on the fence that what's done to us is unaccepta--"

He doesn't get a chance to finish as the spell hits and spills outward, pain, sudden exhaustion, and paralysis all at once.

For Teren

He knows her fears. For that reason he's steered clear of Teren as best as possible, above and beyond how much he's trying to avoid most.

He needs tea though, needs it badly, so he risks a run to the kitchen... and nearly walks into her.

"I'm sorry. I'll be quick."

[Feel free to wildcard me with any of paralysis, mana drain, or mana clash! Poke me if you'd like something else.]

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He's going to become a floor connoisseur at this rate. And also an expert on bugs that walk on floors. They're the thoughts that help him breathe through the pain and fear he's feeling as a dog barks distantly and an ant pokes at a pea.

The fog lifts a little as he hears his name and Anders blinks. Inessa. They must have both been hit, which makes this... Anders mentally goes through spells.

"Mana clash," he says weakly, starting to get into a sitting position. "No idea which of us was targeted, but that doesn't really matter, does it." They'd both been hit.

"We may need a public appeal for information on phylactery locations." The amount of research he's gotten done on this is low and also useless.

Inessa nods wearily at his assessment of the spell, as it seems right enough to her. The exact spell isn't among her own list of spells, but given what's happening to them lately, that doesn't seem to matter. When she speaks, her own voice is quiet and strained.

"No, it doesn't. As strange as it is to say, we got lucky this time. It only affected us. If it were a fireball or blizzard..." She sighs deeply as Garahel offers her his support, so she can reach a chair and collapse onto it. "...we might need to leave the Gallows at this rate, won't we? Or we'll bring harm to others."

"And go where? And how will we manage if we're constantly being hit by things? Are we to be trapped here when those in charge expect us to be ill and cast out when we're under attack?"

He's tired and a little bitter. "This has been the coldest winter in a long time in Kirkwall. We'd need shelter and help. And then we'd not have resources to stage a mission to find our attackers. We should steer clear of people as much as possible, but leaving could be our death."

And after all they've done, they deserve a little protection. Anders gets against one of the cabinets and stays there, leaning against the support.

They deserve protection, but the thought of it coming at the cost of others has Inessa's stomach turning in knots. She slumps in her seat, entire body aching but lacking enough to heal him or herself. Even if it weren't for those physical pains, she's just so tired of all of this, as tired as Anders.

"...that could be what they're hoping, don't you think? That we leave the protection of the Inquisition. Perhaps they'd even be waiting to pick us off, though they'd hardly need to...as you say, resources would be lacking." She stares back at him, sad and desperate and not at all feeling her usual productive, proactive self. "My office is a scorched mess, did you know? A fireball went off, and I don't know if it was me or another who entered. We...can't keep going on like this."

He doesn't want to endanger anyone else. But they've just been needed to save several dozen, and if they're shoved out in the cold now...

"We can't keep on like this, no. I don't know what to suggest or do, but we do need to do something. And sooner rather than later. It's not like they can do much worse, but we're going to get more and more run down." And the people around them will get less and less patient.

"We need a lead. Can you speak with Beleth when she's available again? I doubt she cares to hear from me, but we need to see if we can find anything..." He trails off. He can't just hide. "No. I'll speak with her."

"I'm afraid of what 'more and more run down' is going to feel like, at this rate." Noting his hesitation, Inessa tries to stand to close the distance. Grunting worriedly, Garahel moves to assist. "I can go with you, then you need not take this on alone. And I would much prefer doing more than dreading the next incident."

"Which is why we need help. We can't handle this alone anymore."

Initially, as horrifying as the attacks had been, they had been manageable. They're not anymore.

"And you can come if you'd like. I questioned her call publicly and I've no idea how she'll feel about speaking with me. But it needed to be questioned, as it was a call made without gathering important information."

Namely, input from the healers at the heart of the illness. Anders slowly, stiffly gets to his feet, grimacing at the pain and continued absence of magic.

Edited 2018-02-15 21:40 (UTC)

"Well, my -one?- encounter with her had been civil. Perhaps that will balance out any ill feelings...and besides, our desperate situation should take priority." Inessa lets Garahel guide her over, likewise moving stiffy and wincing here and there. "First, though, we need some healing. I don't fancy the thought of ascending all those stairs in this state and I doubt it would be enjoyable for you, either."

"I'm not going to be a burden on the infirmary." He struggles upward, in pain but still managing. "I have dealt with worse. Not for a while, mind you, but I have. And while I'm getting older, I can at least not make more work for my team. But we can get you help."

The infirmary is there for everyone. It's hard to accept, though.

Inessa still watches him in concern, not exactly approving, but unable to order him since he outranks her. "If you insist, but you'll still have assistance." Garahel grunts in agreement, looking up at Anders. He's big and sturdy, and doesn't mind playing support if it's wanted. "I'm ready to move when you are."

"I know how thin we're stretched. I see it when I'm on duty. I can't... I insist."

He can't bear to put more strain on them. They're his staff, even if he's not in charge of them. His team, even if he's Warden and not Inquisition. Anders shakily gets to his feet and stands there for a moment, finding his balance, before nodding at her.

"Let's get you there, and then I'm going to go up and take a nap, I think. Garahel, help her?" He's been hunted by Templars and fought against all sorts before. He can take this.

Garahel pads over and Inessa rests a hand on him; that support helps considerably, even as she grits her teeth against the pain of moving at all. She does nod over to Anders, relieved that he's following through on that much.

"As long as you get some rest, I'll say no more on it. Onward, then." The tea break is officially over, not that it was much of one to begin with.

Anders gives her a small smile as they start the painful process of moving forward.

"Nate makes very certain I get rest. He'd sit on me if there wasn't a risk of turning into a fireball." It's not much of a joke. Anders spends the days without his cats or husband, avoiding people as much as possible, and that's wearing him down too. Only the fact that things have yet to occur during nighttime hours have him still sharing a room and bed with his family, and Anders hates being afraid for them as much as he hates stressing Nate with this endless torment.

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